Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
All things that exist are like a dream, a phantom, a bubble, a reflection; they are like dew or lightning; thus should you view them.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
From the origins nothing exists.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
No ugliness in a loved child.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Spring comes: grass grows.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
It rains: the earth wet.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
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